I'm finding less and less time to write in my blog here. Work never lets up. So it's really unfortunate to find myself writing tonight about the loss of Terry Plumeri, one of Intrada's friends. One of my friends. We worked together on several of his albums. But it was more than that. Terry visited our office, we dined together, we even talked about recording together in Moscow where he did so much of his work. He was gifted - as a bass player, as a composer and as a conductor.

And now his life has been taken from us by criminal element, by scum, breaking into his home. Proof that evil does exist.

Rest in peace, Terry. You wrote beautiful music. And that, my dear friend, is something no one will ever silence.